Giving more than nothing feels so hard sometimes
when no one is listening,
Just when everyone fell asleep at my requiem,
I realized that the only way to talk to sheep is with bleats.

So there I stood all bound in fury
(my only weakness at the present time)
I spoke so softly I couldn't hear,
but ever gently their heads turned around.

Well they sat and listened for awhile,
then one gestured with a smile:
"why would you tell us what's right and what's wrong?
for all that we do is sleep all day long."

Well at first I was startled but I must now admit,
How silly I was to deny what is fact,
Why pull the wool over the eyes of sheep?
for they are the idols when sheep follow sheep.

By: Daniel Hansen